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He must have understood that being alone had its importance
in this process, too, because he went, “Okay. Well, I’ll see you
around.” And with that, he retreated through the field of gray stones,
back to the throng of people. The back of his suit was tucked into
his pants on one side.
I continued moving among the graves, reading the names of
loved ones that others had lost before me. The next time someone
approached me, he was leaning against a tree in front of me, so I saw
him before he could startle me.
“Hi, Craig,” I greeted him.
“Hi, Chelsea.” His face was grave as ever. “I know now isn’t
exactly the best time, but I’ll be going back to Maine tomorrow. I
wanted to make sure we got to finish the conversation we started in
the car.”
“About the road I have ahead of me?” I asked. Yes, good
timing, sir.
“Yes. It’s important for you to know this. You’ve
encountered something malicious very early in your paranormal
career. Most people will go years without ever coming this close to
one of them. When one is aware you got this close to them, they’ll
all know.”
I glanced nervously over my shoulder. “Look, Craig, I
appreciate it, but I’m kind of freaked already by all this …”
“And you’re stronger than them.” I turned back to him. “Not
many people in the world have what it takes to battle these things,
but you do. You’re a force that will send them running. Don’t ever
lose sight of that. No matter how dark it gets around you, you will
light the way.”
His words placed themselves heavily on the weight already
lying across my shoulders. “So I have a responsibility, then? I’m
going to encounter this the rest of my life?”
Craig nodded. “Yes. But as long as you continue to grow,
and strengthen yourself, and be aware, you’ll always come out on
top. And hold on to your fear. You may not like it, but it’s what
separates you from them. I could feel your light from all the way
across this graveyard.”
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